In darkened paddock by the wood the spur winged plover call <br />And I hear his voice in the night long after darkness fall <br />It seems the countryside asleep under the stars of night <br />And spur winged plover's voice ring out when all the World is quiet. <br /> <br />And I've been told by one who know and who is to say he's wrong <br />That he's serenading his mate 'tis plover's mating song <br />In the late Winter of the year and very early Spring <br />In darkened paddock by the wood the spur winged plover sing. <br /> <br />With yellow wattles, yellow bill and undersides all gray <br />And olive wings and dark blue head I often see them by day <br />And long red legs they call aloud each time they take to flight <br />And they do look quite attractive birds when seen in the sunlight. <br /> <br />In scrape in ground and lined with grass their simple nest is made <br />And there four or more olive blotched eggs in breeding season laid <br />And though their nest is where the grass is short still hidden from the eye <br />And always very hard to find though close you may walk by. <br /> <br />In darkened paddock by the wood long after darkness fall <br />The spur winged plover to his love utter his mating call <br />And in late Winter of the year and very early Spring <br />The spur winged plover in the night his song of courtship sing.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-spur-winged-plover/
